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Could you give me an example of horrorcore?

twisted I'll take you on.

You first though... I wanna get my tourny over before I post another verse.

Display your skin like a rug on my floor
Bete Noire, microscopic swords slammed in every pore
Laugh as blood pours, Reviling on this new form of tourture
And I assure ya, that the order of events has nothing on its list

That says the end of your existence
Just parting your a** lips and sliding something wide and sharp past it
Nothing merciful as an a** kick
Parting your skin with various knives and raping your a** with plastic

Climbing up the Tower of Talent, just reached the Horror Floor
Voice screaming out a Horror Score, as you feel Horror to your very Core
The fun ends on Day 4, Held up as your upper limbs and head dangle
Only thing is that your body is mangled and twisted in the wrong angles

rofl I luff you.

oohh oohh i'm spit B-movie horror xd

this is the market store, where ya flesh is peel from your frame
in that b-movie kinda horrorcore type fame
cheap effects, and alot of blood splatter
naked white chix getting d**k before they ******** split
and their boyfriend hips still set on smash
before the ******** killer cut his throat to shut his screamin a**

this the type of place that you always see in a flick
when a group unknowing teens get their a** lynch
trying to escape this torturest scene, over the jagged fence
stupid b***h, throw the switch and watch dat s**t get electirc

straight fired you a**, sick enuff to wear flesh made mask
with skin torn right from your best friends a**
okies, i think we're past the introduction
this is the part where i grab the chainsaw and your asses get to runnin

don't mind me
that was so corny...yet...i am proud of mahself xd

In a bath tub filled with guts and blood.
Rip a smirk from ear to ear to make the tub flood.
Put on a glove and saw off your body parts.
And that’s just the start. Later on I’ll remove your heart.

Hang you on my wall, place you above the mantel.
Maybe I’ll roast your fingers over a lit candle.
To ease the hunger while your in the oven.
That’s more then enough food for me to handle.

So I literally ******** your dead corpse.
I get turned on when I walk into morgues.
And I got goose bumps by playing with your’s.
That’s why you’re my main course.
I love eating whores. They taste better then horse.